[The Inn at Munich]
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"We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps— Long twenty-fours—short culverins and mortars— Condemn'd the 'Horse Guards' for a set of raps, And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; Some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the Solway; And some did pray—who never prayed before— That they might get the 'route' for Cork or Galway." |
CONTENTS
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[CHAPTER XLII] The Journey [CHAPTER XLIII] The Journey [CHAPTER XLIV] A Reminscence of the East [CHAPTER XLV] A Day in the Phoenix [CHAPTER XLVI] An Adventure in Canada [CHAPTER XLVII] The Courier's Passport [CHAPTER XLVIII] A Night in Strasbourg [CHAPTER XLIX] A Surprise [CHAPTER L] Jack Waller's Story [CHAPTER LI] Munich [CHAPTER LII] Inn at Munich [CHAPTER LIII] The Ball [CHAPTER LIV] A Discovery [CHAPTER LV] Conclusion |